As if February didn’t suck enough, 4 days after my second surgery, our beloved dog Buzzy passed away on February 20th, 2015. He was 6 days shy of being 15 years, 1 month old. He put on a brave front until my granddaughter went to bed that night, but we knew he only had a matter of hours. Nothing was harder than telling him I loved him, and it was OK to let go, if he needed to. He just wanted to lie next to my son, who he grew up with, until he drew his last breath. I cried, over and over. Hell, I’m crying now. He was a good dog, the very best dog.